Once there was a man whose dream was to be Gabai in the synagogue.
Since he didn't know to write he was not accepted.
Then, for living, he started selling fruits in the market. He succeded and bought a counter for fruit selling. Doing good he bought a shop and then a Store chain. Eventually he became a millionare.
One day he was approched by people asking for donation for the synagogue.
After contribuiting nice, some of the people asked him to write some blessing for the shul.
He responded "If I knew how to write I would be a Gabai in the
Shul"
